Page 67 of Highlander Unraveled
“I do not envy them the task ahead.” Logan shook his head.
I clutched my baby to my chest, once more, my nose buried in his tuft of hair, smelling that sweet, soft scent. I could have breathed him in all day.
Saor cooed and gurgled, grasping at my skin. He smiled a wide, gummy grin, and I smiled back, rubbing my nose against his.
“There is something else, my laird,” Ewan said. “A visitor.”
“Who is it?” Logan’s voice was filled with irritation.
I knew he wanted to get up to our private chamber as much as I did, to be alone, just the three of us. A visitor was throwing a wrench in our plans for peace.
“A man named McAlister.”
I gasped, clutching Saor tighter to me. “Is he in the dungeon?” I asked.
Ewan looked startled, as did Shona beside me.
“Ye met him?” Shona asked.
“Aye.” I stiffened, suddenly on edge, recalling the sneaky older man. “He is not to be trusted.”
“Escort him to the dungeon,” Logan ordered, taking in my stricken expression.
Ewan touched the hilt of his sword. “Right away my laird.”
“Wait, before you go,” I asked. “Did he say why he was here?”
“He wanted to take Moira and I away,” Shona explained. “For our safety. Though he didn’t expound on it, even when pressed. The man was quite jittery, and after relaying that he believed Steven had you in captivity, he asked to retire. We’ve not yet had a chance to speak with him further.”
I nodded. “I do not fully understand everything myself, but there are a lot more people that can time travel, thataretime traveling, of their own volition.”
I glanced around the courtyard, suddenly realizing we were not alone. Luckily it did not appear that anyone had heard what I said.
Logan put his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s retreat to the library.”
“I’ll meet ye there,” Ewan said. “I’ll have the man escorted to a more secure location, while we try to figure out what is going on.”
“I think that’s best,” Logan said.
Shona still looked extremely concerned.
We hurried to the library, the nursemaid, attempting to take Saor from me, but I shook my head. I’d not been able to nurse my baby in two days. I didn’t care who saw, I was going to do it.
In the library, I tucked Saor beneath the plaid, and he eagerly latched on. I sighed with relief, the painful pressure I’d been ignoring finally waning.
I listened as Ewan explained McAlister’s visit. I filled in what had happened to me with Steven, Mrs. MacDonald and McAlister before Logan appeared, and then Logan relayed what had happened when he arrived at Shona and Moira’s house.
“And that is why we cannot trust McAlister. We don’t know whose side he’s on or what his agenda is,” I said.
“I agree. There are too many questions he wasn’t able to—or refused to—answer,” Shona pointed out. “I have a suspicion he wants to take Shona and I back in time, to have us claim our rightful place as rulers. We don’t want to do that.”
“Logan and I will support whatever you decide,” I said, glancing up at my husband and sharing a secret smile. “We certainly can understand rejecting the crown, even if it is yours to take.”
“As ye had before, ye have my protection, and whatever ye need.”
“There is more,” I whispered. “Mrs. MacDonald is surely going to try to find us. She knows where we are. And she has probably already had contact with the MacDonalds who want Logan dead.”
“And what about Steven?” Ewan asked, his hands fisting at his sides.
